Ci scommetto che è lui, è lo scommettitore, tutti avrebbero scommesso, sconnesso, sommesso, come il rumore che rompe il silenzio, come il silenzio che cala sul mio sguardo riflesso negli occhi azzurri e tristi, come il tempo che si narrows and makes you feel small, so small and helpless. As pressed back into a scream, his hands flapping, a life struggle, such as storms announced as steady hands at the helm and wind and water and tears. Rainbows Romans as fog or cascades, of forgotten smiles, tolerance, understanding, the desire for things simple, easy, one button only.
What I look around and see no one, no familiar face, and no one speaks to me, only in the distance someone points a finger, and centuries of infamy revolt on me, and then alarm relentless and the skies dark rain wet the glass to my strong black coffee. Still
km, windows fogged, cold, maybe snow, my hands gloves and a hat dropped on the little hair, what should I say to the lady and how I justify my rudeness, my forgetfulness, top left under the pillow and supply failure and a sudden and unexpected departure, that I have ever endured the clergy and derivatives ...
and others around a common destiny, and I learn, I like their monster claws and sharp teeth, hold her hands to her and let me repeat with ancestral rites of war, which is a war and is advancing on all fours and around the lightning and the rumble, which is a war bayonet and knife between his teeth, camouflage and helmet, a cigarette smoke on the contrary, or freezing temperatures outside and inside is prohibited, what I would give, what would I, Charles non vedrò mai più e altri mi aspettano, conoscerò i loro nomi e le storie con le loro vite che non rivedrò mai più. Distesi o in corsa, sole, erba e fiori, canti e grida, due bambini ignari che a tratti litigano o si rincorrono, e poi la vita che si agita, muta, e prende tutta un'altra piega.
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